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After the brightness fades darkness envelopes all. Shadows that were once but shadows swallow everything but a nude woman. Her hair, as radiant and as golden as the sun itself, falls in ringlets in the dark tide. Her mocha skin is flawless. But nothing ever stays the same - at least not for long. Like a hot knife through black butter, a long silver hair pierces the blackness. Slowly a silver lining of a figure begins to form. The fair maiden’s heart begins to race. Her breath becomes heavier. It states, "You will not have me."

No matter how much she detests, metallic red and blue veins spider up to fill the silver outline. As a pale fleshy color slithers over the mould. Lips, a nose, and glossy eyes that gaze upon the maiden take form. It is not long till all has come together in a tall mysterious human-like figure. With a sigh the figure approaches her; hips swaying to and fro; so fluidly that they mesmerise. However, though paralysed in fear, the maiden's heart begins to flutter. Trembling, she rises to her knees but comes to a halt as the figure places a hand on her shoulder.

Slowly the figure kneels beside the maiden. Gently pushing a loose lock of hair behind her ear, the figure cannot help but smile at her. The unnatural placidity of the being's expression sends shivers up her spine; causing her to shudder. Seeing this, a smirk snakes across the being’s face. The being tsks, slowly shaking it’s head. Always keeping it’s hallow eyes upon hers.

Like rose petals, its velvet lips fall upon the maiden's soft skin. She gasps and clutches tightly to the figure. Her eyes flutter. Each velvet caress feels as though her very life is being wiped from her and though she feels frightened, she will not stop this. She tries to tell herself to get up. She tries to tell herself to get up and far away from this being. But she cannot. Something within her holds her back. She gives in. Intoxicated, she felt her limbs and head detach and fall limp. And just before falling into darkness the figure catches her in its strong slender arms.

Feeling light headed and not fully in control, the maiden’s eyes meet those of the figure. As her lips part so that words can form she comes to find that not a single word or sound can escape. The figure smiles at this. As the figure slides a slender finger down her side, the maiden shudders at the light touch. Enthralled by this the figure pulls her close. With lips fluttering over her neck, the maiden begins to feel a warm thick liquid ooze upon her skin. As the figure holds her in one arm and caresses her inner thighs with the other hand, she manages enough strength to lift her head to see the blood that seeps out of her body.

Frightened she tries to scream. She tries viciously to fight this being off of her. With all her strength she ties to hit and kick the figure. But though the touch was soft and seductive, the being is as hard as stone and just as cold. Soon enough she grows tired and as she sighs in despair, her limbs drop. She hasn’t any strength left in her body. Even her heart has slowed. Now the only thing that keeps her from slipping into the darkness is the seductive caress of the being. Firmly the being's fingers fill her every bodily need, so much so that she has begun to yearn for the being itself. Her lips salivate and pulse around the figure and she curls into it.

The figure tilts its head upon her then releases her. She slides off the figure like a rag doll. Her blue eyes that proceeded the heavens stare away into the ebon nothingness. Getting on all fours the figure looms over her, yearning to kiss those soft pink lips of hers. Yearning to take that final breath and release the beautiful maiden from the harsh realities of life itself, the velvet lips begin to trail along her jaw line to the corner of her own.

" No…,” a faint rasp manages to escape from the maiden's lips.

The figure pauses but then begins to kiss the corner of her lips nevertheless.

"….No…" the rasping continues.

The figure recedes. It smiles. The maiden can feel the warm breath on her face she move up to her ear.

"No?”

An unearthly tone lingers in the air before it continues.

“ No, I suppose you are right. It isn't your time Hope."

And just as those words end and fade into nothingness, so does the figure. Once again there is only darkness and then there is light. Once again a new has awoken, giving birth to whole new possibilities. Once again through the shadows of Plague, Famine, and War, Hope emerges from the ashes.

The End

Description
After the brightness fades darkness envelopes all. Shadows that were once but shadows swallow everything but a nude woman. Her hair, as radiant and as golden as the sun itself, falls in ringlets in the dark tide. Her mocha skin is flawless. But nothing ever stays the same - at least not for long. Like a hot knife through black butter, a long silver hair pierces the blackness. Slowly a silver lining of a figure begins to form. The fair maiden’s heart begins to race. Her breath becomes heavier. It states, "You will not have me."

No matter how much she detests, metallic red and blue veins spider up to fill the silver outline. As a pale fleshy color slithers over the mould. Lips, a nose, and glossy eyes that gaze upon the maiden take form. It is not long till all has come together in a tall mysterious human-like figure. With a sigh the figure approaches her; hips swaying to and fro; so fluidly that they mesmerise. However, though paralysed in fear, the maiden's heart begins to flutter. Trembling, she rises to her knees but comes to a halt as the figure places a hand on her shoulder.

Slowly the figure kneels beside the maiden. Gently pushing a loose lock of hair behind her ear, the figure cannot help but smile at her. The unnatural placidity of the being's expression sends shivers up her spine; causing her to shudder. Seeing this, a smirk snakes across the being’s face. The being tsks, slowly shaking it’s head. Always keeping it’s hallow eyes upon hers.

Like rose petals, its velvet lips fall upon the maiden's soft skin. She gasps and clutches tightly to the figure. Her eyes flutter. Each velvet caress feels as though her very life is being wiped from her and though she feels frightened, she will not stop this. She tries to tell herself to get up. She tries to tell herself to get up and far away from this being. But she cannot. Something within her holds her back. She gives in. Intoxicated, she felt her limbs and head detach and fall limp. And just before falling into darkness the figure catches her in its strong slender arms.

Feeling light headed and not fully in control, the maiden’s eyes meet those of the figure. As her lips part so that words can form she comes to find that not a single word or sound can escape. The figure smiles at this. As the figure slides a slender finger down her side, the maiden shudders at the light touch. Enthralled by this the figure pulls her close. With lips fluttering over her neck, the maiden begins to feel a warm thick liquid ooze upon her skin. As the figure holds her in one arm and caresses her inner thighs with the other hand, she manages enough strength to lift her head to see the blood that seeps out of her body.

Frightened she tries to scream. She tries viciously to fight this being off of her. With all her strength she ties to hit and kick the figure. But though the touch was soft and seductive, the being is as hard as stone and just as cold. Soon enough she grows tired and as she sighs in despair, her limbs drop. She hasn’t any strength left in her body. Even her heart has slowed. Now the only thing that keeps her from slipping into the darkness is the seductive caress of the being. Firmly the being's fingers fill her every bodily need, so much so that she has begun to yearn for the being itself. Her lips salivate and pulse around the figure and she curls into it.

The figure tilts its head upon her then releases her. She slides off the figure like a rag doll. Her blue eyes that proceeded the heavens stare away into the ebon nothingness. Getting on all fours the figure looms over her, yearning to kiss those soft pink lips of hers. Yearning to take that final breath and release the beautiful maiden from the harsh realities of life itself, the velvet lips begin to trail along her jaw line to the corner of her own.

" No…,” a faint rasp manages to escape from the maiden's lips.

The figure pauses but then begins to kiss the corner of her lips nevertheless.

"….No…" the rasping continues.

The figure recedes. It smiles. The maiden can feel the warm breath on her face she move up to her ear.

"No?”

An unearthly tone lingers in the air before it continues.

“ No, I suppose you are right. It isn't your time Hope."

And just as those words end and fade into nothingness, so does the figure. Once again there is only darkness and then there is light. Once again a new has awoken, giving birth to whole new possibilities. Once again through the shadows of Plague, Famine, and War, Hope emerges from the ashes.

The End